Saturday past midnight.
Every star is in the skies.
I am waiting for the sun to come.
To go home and close my eyes.
They are filming in the shadows.
Stuntmen fight and lovers dance.
There is something in the sequel.
About a heroes second chance.
I’m not being callous or cavalier.
I’m not saying I don’t care.
I’m not saying that I’m not grateful.
I’m just got old and I’ve been there.